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Guo Baokun's father, Guo Youzhi, was a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Rites and was often in charge of the imperial examinations.
The literary figures and scholars of Kyoto were naturally eager to fawn over this young master.
Therefore, wherever Guo Baokun went, he was always accompanied by talented men.
Guo Baokun entered the palace every three days to accompany the Crown Prince in his studies.
And those few days when you don't need to enter the palace.
Yishiju was often a gathering place for Guo Baokun and his talented friends.
We're discussing literature right now.
But then a chubby boy rushed over aggressively, trying to chase them away.
Guo Baokun considered himself a refined person, so why would he want to pay attention to such a barbaric and rude person?
What's more, the other party is just a three or four-year-old child.
He can just let someone else handle it; he doesn't need to deal with it personally.
Guo Baokun raised his head slightly and glanced at the chubby boy who had spoken.
He glanced at the rest of the people at the table.
He continued fanning himself with his folding fan, but didn't bother to say anything.
The people next to him immediately understood.
A man in a blue robe immediately stood up.
Seeing that the person who came was just a child, they planned to kick him out.
But on second thought, young master Guo probably wouldn't like such vulgar behavior.
The so-called gentleman prioritizes courtesy over force.
Then he looked at the chubby boy and said coldly.
"Whose child are you?"
"Can't you see our young master Guo sitting here?"
"Go, go, go, go play somewhere else."
The other people at the table echoed this sentiment.
These talented men, though they were already quite famous in Kyoto.
However, not all the sons of officials in the capital knew him.
They had clearly never seen this chubby little boy with a childlike face before.
Judging from his behavior, one would assume he's the son of some wealthy family.
Therefore, they didn't take it to heart and spoke without any politeness.
At that time, Su Yu and Ruoruo had already reached the third floor.
Wang Qinian followed.
The three of them were somewhat puzzled by the scene before them.
I wonder why Versace went over there to confront someone?
The person opposite him was also a child, but he looked several years older than Versace.
Seeing this, the three did not immediately go to help.
Instead, he casually found a place to sit down.
Wang Qinian was there purely to watch the drama unfold.
He often suffered from the bullying of this young master.
Today is a good day to see Versace being teased by others.
To curb his arrogance.
Ruoruo, however, was used to her younger brother causing trouble.
I've taught him a lot to avoid causing trouble, but he doesn't really listen.
Or perhaps they listened at the time, but forgot when something came up.
Although things are better now than before, he's still a troublemaker.
If he suffers some losses today, it will be good for him to learn a lesson.
As soon as Su Yu went upstairs, she didn't recognize the little boy who was being fawned over by the talented men across the way.
But looking at his skeletal frame and the group of scholars with fans surrounding him...
In addition, one of them called him Young Master Guo.
Then it becomes obvious that it must be Guo Baokun, the son of Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Rites.
He was also known as one of the "Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenix" along with Versace.
He was rather curious about what would happen when the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix met for the first time.
Of course, the reason why the poor little fat boy was allowed to fight alone was...
It's also because they all know that Versace won't really be bullied.
Ultimately, this is Kyoto.
Moreover, they came from Yishiju.
Especially those sitting in the private rooms on the third floor (3772911) are all people of status.
It is unlikely that any major conflict will occur.
Versace didn't notice that the others had already come up; he was still focused on shooing people away.
Hearing what the scholar in the blue robe said only fueled his anger.
This group of people clearly didn't take him seriously.
The man with the fan ignored what he had just said.
He is a child, that's true, but isn't that person a child too?
Does simply fanning yourself with a fan make you an adult or a scholar?
Versace originally only intended to let them go.
He was furious at being treated this way and shouted angrily.
"What young master Guo? Never heard of him."
"Am I saying you're deaf?"
"I reserved this spot."
"Go find your own seats."
That statement is quite reasonable and well-founded.
It's not about arguing with them all the time.
Instead, it explained the reason for the matter.
Upon hearing this, the people at the table fell silent.
This place was booked by Young Master Guo, and they didn't know the details.
If I really did sit in the wrong seat, that chubby kid's seat.
They really are in the wrong.
So everyone turned their attention to Guo Baokun.
Seeing this, Guo Baokun couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
These people, they have to handle even such a small matter themselves.
He had no idea about making reservations; those were all arranged by the servants.
But that doesn't matter, so what if it's a mistake?
This chubby kid dares to yell at me to get out of the way.
He's not leaving.
If he walks away, doesn't Guo Baokun have any face?
And this chubby kid actually said he didn't recognize him?
What a joke.
So, in a fit of anger, Guo Baokun stopped putting on airs.
He snapped the folding fan shut and slammed it hard on the table.
Then, he walked towards the chubby boy.
"you do not know me?"
"I am Guo Baokun, the Crown Prince's study companion!"
"My father is the Minister of Rites!"
"who are you?"
"Who gave you permission to act so recklessly here?"
After saying that, he raised his head high.
He stood up straight, with an air of arrogance.
Su Yu couldn't help but smile.
It seems Guo Shao is about to start relying on his father's connections.
Moreover, he is really not suited to speaking.
He had been sitting upright to the side, his expression indifferent.